Chapter 10 (1/2)

“Eastern raids from the west! Probably-”

“Strakless”

Sleigh and a big man raising a heavy waist. Wearing a white armor, the figure is a veteran of the war. From the inside of the painting, a copy of the god of war. That’s this man,

“General General Valdias, Deputy!”

Impatient Baldias.

The man who has a strong impression of turning after hand on hand, however, this man’s battle must be defeated. The “heavy battle” is characterized by the addition of a heavy blow at the first place of the opponent who has made a decision and floated. In this way, Valdias wanted the name of the leading general in Arcadia.

“It’s black gold. It’s a light man as ever.”

“Well, you’re just impatient.”

While the siege battle was taking place, a composition was created that was impossible to say that the generals of the day will meet on horseback. It was probably only the generals, both generals and their aides, who were expecting this.

“There’s no man in the vice-general, I think he’s probably directing Laconia.”

“Umu”

Baldias who responds to words. You can also find the weight there.

“… Does Ostberg discard Laconia?”

“Now, I am a one-man soldier. It is a principle that doesn’t get stuck in politics.”

The generals of each other lower the face of the wolf. I can not see my face, but the pressure on each other increases.

“Hmm. Kimon is such a talented soldier? Lachonia has not decided it will fall, Gahaha.”

“Because you are capable, you can see through the indifference. You’re strackless!”

Each other’s forces scatter sparks. A number less than one hundred horses in total. However, the amount of heat is equal to that of the previous battle, and it takes no more than that. It is neither a comparison nor a seriousness.

“Why don’t you look at your neck, but Valdias!”

Both sides rush at the same time. A horse riding with a large man on board. Valdias is a large arm, Stracles is a large sword. Each other shakes big things that ordinary people can not have.

Passing each other.

“Hmm, oh !?”

The roar of the subordinates of both armies tumbling.

“Guha”

“Nun!”

Keep both male blades in succession. Awesome speed and weight. There is a difference in basic specs with miscellaneous soldiers so that you can get rid of skills and so on.

White and black dance. It is a form of one battle without hope. This is also as usual. Valdias and Stracles are facing each other. It’s too weird to break in. There is no such idiot here. If it were, it would turn into a mixed battle between the two forces. Of course the idiot is cut off first.

It is a one-on-one attack because the rest is inaccessible.

“Why did it work?”

“No, sorry about that. There were a lot of them.”

Toughness. Quickness. Super heavy.

“Oh, it’s over. You can enjoy it now and it’s immobile!”

“You who tainted the battlefield in the banch are kneeling!”

The mutual strength of each other collided more strongly.

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Above the outer wall. A blood pool was formed at the end of the dumplings. Arcadia, Ostberg’s blood, their accumulation. The depth of the fountain increases as the number of lives lost. The battlefield is a place to consume life, no matter how romance is held, the fact is not shaken. Justice crosses for various reasons. It becomes complicated battlefield. But the truth-

“Fu-Jur-Lu-Woo”

Simpler than anything. No matter what you think, there is only one rule over this place.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Force only. A beast was lost in the battlefield of a man, as if to embody it.

A crimson gem that has fallen from the chest shows off as if it represents the blooded fate of the beast.

The body is thin and flexible. It is covered in bouncy muscles and has sharp fangs hidden in light movements.

“It’s distorted. And-”

In the eyes of a man who saw the beast, I saw a flock of ghosts clinging to it. It is an image, but it represents the essence of human beings. It can also be called an aura, which projected the distorted spirit perfectly. A horrible, crazy world to see.

The spirit is jealous of the body. Therefore spec up.

“–Strong!”

“Oh oh ah!”

A white beast jumped in front of a man. The four-legged beast moves as you hit the ground. There is neither reason nor hesitation. Just do it because you want to. That’s a bother again.

“Have”

In a single word of a man, the beast is pulled away from the flock flocking as well. The beast will not be a lookout.

Circle the man and the beast and stand inside like a wall with a long shield. On the outside, men’s men were moving to control those who went mad. This is perfect.

“Can I try it all?”

A man who accepts the beast’s fangs. If it is already about 100 cents, it may not have been dead. The only thing that makes the beast attack is that the man has more power.

“Guruzuruu”

As soon as I see it as straight and not winable, the beast kicks the shield and takes the “upper position”.

“Nuh, do you take the sky !?”

People are vulnerable to attacks from above. The more you are fighting, the more unexpected it is for those specializing in plane battles. That’s why it’s a point. Heaven is the point of warriors.

“Handy”

A man grinned at it. It can be understood that the history of men’s battle is not ordinary. I knew it was a key point and I was working on it. It can cope with rare movements. Therefore there is no chance.

“Wow!”

But the beast is not sweet. No, it’s a beast because you’re giving up sweetness. Because you can throw away people, it is only because you can follow your instincts. People know people. The instincts know the point of people.

Aim for the late feet. An attack that strikes the ankle from an unbelievably low posture in bipedal walking. Of course, for a two-legged person, that can only be a moment.

“Still awkward”

A man who lifts his sword on the ground and receives the sword. The beast, who was protected by the second sword, let go of the sword without hesitation. The beast still has claws torn the flesh and fangs to break the bones. A beast that shoots at the neck of a man in a thin state jumps-

“I’m calling it slimy!”

The man caught the beast’s neck, and with his free hand he knocked off the belly of the beast.

“Good ah ah.

Beasts dance while splattering. A white beast that falls on the ground and runs around in pain.

“Who will fall into the beast?

The color of interest was fading from the eyes of a man. The assessment has almost finished.

“If you’re a beast, you can see it in the spectator hut and the arena. They are all pretty strong, but the beast still stops. It never reaches a true warrior.”

There was no sign of listening to the man’s words, but the man sighed, just seeing the beast repeating “I want it, I want it!” I was not in the warrior’s egg before my eyes. If it is just a person non-person.

“He will be disappointed. I thought that I could find some meaning in this tea ceremony.”

I already lost interest. At that time, looking back at everyone to get rid of the remaining chores-

“Alright, al. Hey, what’s up with you. What do you want to do?”

In a creepy voice, the man turned to the beast.

“Woo, I want you. I’m scared.”

“Yes, it’s big and strong and it’s black” … that sheep is scary. ”

A man’s niece is hidden.

“Wow, I’m scared”

A gray-haired man stood up. The atmosphere has changed completely, and the appearance has not changed, but it has completely retreated. And at the same time, something unbelievable appeared in the eyes of the man. Atmosphere that people who piled up are like aura.

(What’s that? I’ve never seen such a “thing”)

Scenery reflected in the eyes of a man. An aura that should represent a gray-haired youth. A part of them, a large number of gossips go wild and form a rib. There is a common image of death, but only one of them, as if protecting the young man, looks like a lovingly, black-haired maiden who holds it gently.

Independent things that do not intervene. A man has never felt such an image from others. There was no such unintelligible sight in the long history of a man, life in a man.

“Okay, what Mr. Hey is singing. I will protect you.”

“Sorry, thank you, Mr. Arlette, Mr. Heye”

And a man who sings alone is also a mass of weirdness. He uses two voices alone and plays as if they are talking. No, he might be talking.

“……”

At the end of the man’s gaze, the wind of the adolescent’s body was seen swallowed up by the spears. If “normal” is taken into it, it loses the ego and becomes in a state of being crazy. A lot of men have seen those who have done so. In the battlefield, in the arena, in the show cabin, in the dead area

“This guy isn’t strong yet. It’s a coward, a crybaby, it’s delicate, and she can’t sleep unless she sings a lullaby at night. A cute my treasure”